Marosika "Marzi" grew up thinking she was just another girl in Duskhaven-a city of dazzling lights and whispered shadows, where secrets and crime thrived. In the Uppercity, for a while, she had a family: a father, mother, and older brother, flawed but meant to love her.
Then, at five years old, everything changed. A bite from a star-spider infused her with cosmic energy, rewriting her very being. Stardust coursed through her veins-wild, uncontrollable, and dangerous. One careless spark injured her brother. Months later, another flare ignited a fire that claimed her father's life.
Blame replaced love. Her mother's grief twisted into rage, her brother's pain hardened into rejection. Cast out, branded a monster, Marzi fled into the streets-alone, unwanted, and afraid.
Then she met Caleb Prime, a ruthless crime lord who saw not a child, but a weapon. Under him, Marzi was forged in darkness-obedient, violent, and unrecognizable.
Raised in the Undercity of Duskheaven, Marzi's innocence was shattered, her life forged in shadows. Now she moves between Duskhaven's glittering Uppercity and its ruthless Undercity-a girl caught between two worlds; the Uppercity she no longer belongs to, and the Undercity that claimed her soul.
Her stardust powers are both her greatest strength and deepest curse. Haunted by loss and betrayal, she is one of the city's most dangerous-and most broken-antiheroes.
This is the story of a girl betrayed and molded by cruelty, reborn in chaos-where every spark of stardust carries pain, power, and the threat of what she might become.
Categories: Dark Fantasy / Action / Psychological / Drama, Anti-Hero Narrative
TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains themes of psychological abuse, grooming, trauma, loss & death, mental illnesses, chaotic behavior, emotional triggers.
Note: This is my first character OC background story, so it's a work in progress
Her story begins before Season 1 and continues up to just before Season 3. (Ninjago)
The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought
In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story.
Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor.
The poorest lives held a much worse fate.
The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets.
Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady.
I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones.
Was.
It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his.
This is my life. I am a pet.
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Cover by: @mshacake